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He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. It was now whitening, hissing, and seething like an enormous cauldron. " "Willingly," replied Wild. " "Indeed!—who is it?" "Jack Sheppard. ‘Go you through the passage and find the other door. He held down the light, and a moment afterwards beckoned, with a blanched cheek, to Rowland.
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